Time Machine Blues

Jimmy's staying in bed
He's got the time machine blues
Couldn't get the damn thing built
And he blew a fuse
Skipped out and hit the road
While you and the bump lay in bed
Roaming the land with a Christian Funk band
To make his bread
At let you got to see the world
At least you straightened out your head
But you're never putting your baby to bed
Jimmy's got the time machine blues
Wants to reconfigure his life
Cos that's not Jimmy's ring she's wearing
And it cuts like a hunting knife
Left them to perform your repertoire
With your five string fretless bass guitar
You were breaking hearts
But you left them scarred
At least you got to see the world
At least you straightened out your head
But you're never putting your baby to bed
Saw your baby in the supermarket
And what made you cry
Was the smile on her face lighting up the place
Sat on the shoulders of some other guy
Oh Jimmy no
Baby's not a baby anymore
Baby's not a baby anymore
And time is an arrow straight and true
Until they solve the time travel blues
At least you got to see the world
At least you straightened out your head
But you're never putting your baby to bed
But you're never putting your baby to bed
No no no
You're never putting your baby to bed



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Nancollis, Phil Harding
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